High in the air over
who knows where?
Sun & clouds...
blue skies smilin' at me...
and all around people
of all shapes & sizes,
colors & ages, sharing the
space of this gigantic, double-decker
plane we all call "home" for just
little while in the grand scheme
of things, though our flight of
eight-plus hours seems very
long indeed.
A baby near me cries
and crawls and reaches out
a chubby hand to touch my face.
another sleeps fitfully, cradled
in her mother's arms...
and I am cradled, too, in my
soft, warm red blanket and
the loving prayers and wishes of
those I love- far away in
time & space, but with me
here in heart & mind, as the
huge silver bird wings
ever southward.
An amazing aircraft! Never been on a double-decker before. I figure we are over the northern coast of Africa, though we are at such an altitude that no land is in sight. Christopher Columbus, never in your wildest imaginings could you have thought of this! Not only going over the edge of the world but beyond it, rounding the globe, following its curve, thousands of miles in a matter of hours. And yet we moderns take it all for granted, seemingly unaware of the ongoing miracle of more than five hundred people aloft in a steel contraption with wings. I am in awe!
At home, it is 8a.m....Paul isn't even up for school yet...and here we are, well into the afternoon of another day. A few hours' sleep on the night flight... several nice naps on this one. I actully like the daytime flight better...not sure why. Have had no desire to watch movies- and there is quite a selection available- but with nearly 5 more hours ahead, I may yet resort to that entertainment. Now I must get up and walk a bit, as I think about what lies ahead, about what I'ver left behind...for a little while.
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